This afternoon, on the way home from Church, Billy asked me out of the blue: "Mom, how do you say...Can I please go to McDonalds, in Spanish?" Bill and I looked at each other. We just finished talking about our lunch plans....leftovers. So, I responded "Puedo ir a McDonalds, por favor?." he thanked me and there was silence. After a few minutes, I couldn't resist any longer so I asked him why he wanted to know. He said "Next time we go to San Antonio I want to talk to grandma in Spanish." My heart was instantly filled with love. Billy, what a sweet boy you are.
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